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I have been writing poetry and prose since at least 1982. On the last day of classes before graduating high school, my English teacher told me "Never stop writing."

While I've taken many breaks, I've found that my writing has evolved quite a bit over the years.

In 1986, I enrolled in a poetry class at Texas A&M University. The professor was Dr. Janet McCann. She praised most of my works for the class.

In 1996, I started work for the English Department doing computer support. Dr. McCann (Janet) was still there. She remembered me, and my poetry.

Other faculty, upon reading my emails about changes I was planning to implement in the department, believed me to be a professor -- an upper level, not yet tenured one at that. When they caught sight of me, however, they didn't think I looked old enough: he's a new professor.

They were all shocked to learn that I'd dropped out of college after three years.

Of course, if they ever read my short story "Caller Ten," they wouldn't be too pleased with my assessment of professors!

Dave

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My Stories

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  • "Mommy?" Little bear asked.
    "Yes, dear? What is it?" Mother bear sounded upset and frustrated. Little bear was always asking questions.
    300 words, 3 comments, January 12, 2006. In <200 lines, Childrens, Humor
  • Sam sat down on his favorite bench, sat hard, as though a burden had suddenly made him heavier than gravity could permit him to bear. It was the place he always went when he ne
    1500 words, 7 comments, December 28, 2005. In 200-1500 lines, Depression, Inspirational, Other
  • The old man lay back in his chair, attempting to find sleep amisdst the ruckus of the children. Impossible, he muttered to no one in particular, since he could barely hear the
    1200 words, December 17, 2005. In <200 lines, Depression, Fantasy, Spiritual

My Poetry

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My other items

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  • My Sun at allpoetry
    You are the sun that lights my life, That chases the demons which hide in shadow
  • Prince Shaney Toad at allpoetry
    Outcast, you are.
    Despised, hated.
  • Chorus of the Dead at allpoetry
    Only when I sleep do I hear
    Their song.

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